Winter solstice is here, now the days will begin to get longer, even though the winter has just begun. That is some comfort! Here are a few scenes of winter, if you could even call it winter here, which is a joke to many who must contend with snow, ice and frozen snot-cicles. I count myself fortunate that I no longer suffer from those, and yet my hands still get cold! Such suffering! I got a pair of bum glove/mitts for that, with a mitten that flaps over the open glove fingers, thus allowing the use of a camera without exposing one’s entire hand to the frigid air.

My Annual Christmas Poem

Winter rain turns into snowOff to the clothing shop I goTables piled high with wareJackets, scarves and warm hats thereGloves and mittens for my handsFlannel shirts from foreign landsShop clerk sporting Santa hatOffers help with this and thatBut my needs are few so IQuickly pass all those things byWhat I need hangs on the wallTen feet wide by six feet tallDangling folded up on hooksMany sizes, colours, looksChristmas day inside a boxCan you guess? Grey wool socks!